You calm down

Your gaze is drawn for a moment to N'Do's face. He is looking at you with a mixture of amusement and pity. Yes, you are acting just like a hysterical fag. And you don't know what to say anymore.

"Good, you've finally calmed down. I don't want to see any more scenes like that, is that clear?" says your brother, in a calm tone that doesn't admit of repartee. "Did you come here because you wanted to get fucked by two cocks?"

Such a direct question throws you off guard, but the situation is obvious and there is no point in lying. You whisper, "Yes."

Your brother: "Did you bring condoms with you?"

You don't understand the meaning of the question, think about it for a moment, and answer in a low voice, "No."

He looks at you as if you were a moron: "So, let's sum up the situation. The purpose of your life is to get all your holes filled with cum, like the nation's despicable faggot, yet you come to lecture me, just because I occasionally keep company with one of my employees and we get our balls emptied together? Can you believe that?"

"But you-you're married! You have-you have two daughters!" you reply almost stammering.

He: "Mind your own fucking business, baby. And my acts of transgression don't change the fact that I am a respectable and respected man and that male blood flows in my body. Given the way you spend your evenings, it is likely that more cum flows in your body than blood..."

You are in shock; you never expected such talk from your brother. You can't articulate a coherent thought, to answer him anything would be impossible.

Your brother asks with a grin, "Anyway, poor N'Do has nothing to do with this. Do you want to empty his balls or should he also be punished by your false moralism?"